Block Shot Kennedy Ryan Novels & Stories

“What the hell did you guys do to those boys the other night?” Ryan brushed past me, plopping down onto a nearby chair and sprawling back. He was wearing hot black Nike high-top sneakers and a green muscle shirt that showed off his corny tattoo of a stupid arse quote he had linked on his ribs. I'd never bothered reading the words, but wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be a dirty innuendo from Spartacus. Who cares? He was my own personal low-carb muffin. At least that's what I tried to reduce him to in my mind.

“Don’t you want to know where your woman is? Then stand there and stop moving!” Jeremy paused his swift maneuver. Ryan’s lips curled into an evil smirk as he aimed his gun at Jeremy’s calf, then fired a shot. The bullet passed through Jeremy’s calf and blood immediately seeped through his black pants. His brows were knitted as his knee twitched, but he kept himself upright. “You sure do love Eveline, don’t you?” Ryan smiled, feeling pleased as admiration tinted his gaze. “Is it worth it? Giving your life for a mere woman?”

The second shot went wide as Nikolai stumbled, catching him in the shoulder and sending him crashing to the floor. "Noooooo!" Sandy's scream intensified as she watched her brother fall, blood blooming across his shirt in two distinct flowers of crimson. Indy stood frozen, the gun still raised, staring at what she'd done with an expression of dawning horror. Her hands began to shake violently, the weapon wobbling in her grip. Ryan saw his opening. He moved fast, covering the distance between them in three long strides. His hand shot out and knocked the gun from Indy's trembling grip, sending it skittering across the hardwood floor toward the kitchen.

Unbelievable! The car halts and four bulky security men hover in front of the car. One of them checks the car using a laser to detect any explosive item, another one checks the boot. I see one of them talking to the driver, checking for papers and licenses. Ryan nods at the security man on the check post and they lift the pole for us to pass. So much security for hotty. Who is he? I pay the driver for the ride. Ryan is still sitting inside the car looking at me with the alcohol bottle in his one hand. He looks like a depressed businessman whose company is bankrupted. Poor hotty!

100 - Kennedy This f*cking b*tch had something to do with Alpha Ryan’s attack?! All of my weariness and exhaustion melts instantly. She was behind Ryker almost losing his father and mother all to have a pack. I can feel my heart rate rise, my breathing is deep, but quick. She smiles at me like the crazy lunatic she is. She thinks I am scared of her. She couldn’t be more wrong. I am vibrating with anger and hatred towards her. My hands are bound in my lap. It’s the only thing keeping me from wrapping them around her neck.

Detective Kennedy said clasping his hand together while Rocky furrows his brows in confusion . “ Miss Vanessa Brookes is married to Mr Ryan Reynolds . ” Rocky answers squinting his brows as he spoke “ Do you think she is not dead ? ” Detective Kennedy asks frowning his face . “ You just said that yourself some seconds ago detective” Rocky replies yawning loudly “ pardon my manners , tea ? Coffee ? Juice ? ” Detective Kennedy inquires pressing the buzzer on the table as his secretary walks in a minute later . “ I'll take juice and cookies will be very much appreciated ” he utters rubbing his chin .

Tayja died the day she watched her family torn from her. "Come on, I think I've figured out why you can't get your shots in a closer grouping," Ryan says, standing and carrying his bowl to the sink. I think he's trying to distract me. I'm grateful for how considerate he is. I hurriedly gather up my pistol, the ammo box, my boots, and a warm jacket. Once outside and ready to start practice, I turn to Ryan. "What am I doing wrong?" I ask. "I think it's easiest to show you," he says. "Let me load your gun for you."

“Hayden’s waiting for you.” He stepped out and headed to his car. I walked inside the open door and was pleasantly surprised. The house was nicer than I’d expected. It was cool and warm tones blended beautifully, and a heated Xbox match was going on in the living room. “Hey, Grace,” a voice called. I turned and saw another handsome guy looking at me. “I’m Ryan Black, East Dale’s most sought after goalie,” he announced with a dramatic bow. I couldn’t help smiling at his antics. Madison would lose her mind if she knew I was talking to her idol.

Ris stayed back. The guy who shot Ryan was pinned down to floor by one of our guards and I can see the rage radiating through the boys. Wylan is not as silent as he looks. He like the silence before the storm. Leo is almost like Nicholas and Skylar, he is this very sweet looking monster.

Ryan lifts the gun. Hands shaking, breath heaving, voice low as he lines it with Lennox’s forehead. “Goodbye, Dad.” He pulls the trigger. Bang! The shot echoes like thunder through the room. But— The man standing behind Lennox runs and throws himself forward, shielding Lennox with his body. He takes the hit. Pop! Ryan’s eyes widen as the bullet pierces through the man’s head. Before the body can drop, Lennox catches it, staring at him for a brief moment— A silent acknowledgment.